Parachutes - Your Stories

A river, a way
and give her the one to say
and weeds grow to hold me
as I know, to go to sea

I'm dizzy with your laugh
So small in an ocean hut
and outside the door I see
Where you hide below the sea

(In the place we know)

I wait for your fade
I run out, but then you came
Where you hide, I can't find
Still outside, you're left behind

and weeds grow up river
I hope so before fall comes
The grasses make us play
At your hest to mow the way

and I went again up to the oak tree
and I carved your name
But I rived in two the place under the tree
But I recovered the half you left for me